"You wrap yourself in a dark cloak of skepticism,
cut your hair too short, and make acerbic comments about the FBI having
nothing to hide. A flinty resolve defines you. You think you are in
control.

But, as you pat yourself on the back and tell yourself
that you are fine, fine, never better, a small voice inside you begs to
differ. Conveniently drowned out by the volume of your life for so many
years, it begins to whisper incessantly.